Traitor {a dsmp story!}

3; George's Body Is NotFound

Yall tommy be on a rampage‼️
MY FRJEND NIK THOUGHT OF THE TITLE LMFAO
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Thankfully, (for Tommy) George didn't tell. Little did he know the whole story would he revealed.

A little later on, Dream found George throwing up and took him to the well to calm down. He sat with George for a hell of a long time, but he finally left. He needed to help BadBoyHalo and Tubbo down at the river because they needed more buckets since they found so much fish.

"George! I need to talk to you." Tommy ran across the grass, his boots pounding on the ground.

"Yea, Tommy..?" George said weakly. He looked tired, he was droopy and needed sleep.

"Can we meet out here tonight? 3:00 sharp."

"What, why me? I thought you had to do something with Tubbo all night?"

"No, Tubbo said he needs some sleep. Please?"

"Okay, that's fine." George agreed. He stood up. "I'm gonna get some sleep though."

"Oh, and George. Bring your sword."

"I don't have a sword"

Tommy sighed. "Take Dream's"

"Okay. See you, Tommy."

Tommy nodded and turned away. His plan must work. It must! He went back to his room to plan. He locked his door, closed his blinds and turned on his light. He took off his backpack, his belt and his boots. He fixed the scratches on his boots, he put patches on the holes and sturdied the soles. He added more pockets to his belt and made sure his sword was strong by putting one of Dream's potions on it.

It was 03:00. Tommy was ready. He had his stuff on and he went outside. He went to the well and saw George there with his glasses on and his sword in hand.

"So, is there an enderdragon around? why do I need my sword?" George asked, looking over the well. "It would make sense I guess, we have been downgraded on safety since Techno"

Tommy's sword slung out of his belt. George spun around to see a horrible expression on Tommy's face. "Tommy?" George hesitated. "What are you doing?"

"You see George, you saw Wilbur. Since you saw him, you're gonna tell." Tommy leant on his sword which was piercing in the dirt below them.

"You scumbag, I knew you had something to do with Wilbur! You were last seen with him then I find his lifeless body in a river!" George screamed, getting a tight grip on his sword.

"Okay, maybe I killed Wilbur. I slashed through his whole body, the sound of his flesh scraping against my sword was so satisfying. I can't wait for that to be the case with you." Tommy smirked. "Now George, let's see if they can find your body once I bury you."

"You bitch!" George dashed over to Tommy, lifting his sword up and attempting to slash through his neck. Tommy strayed his sword and blocked his slash.

"You have nothing against me George! Dream taught me how to use a sword!" Tommy argued, "you made your bed so lye in it!" Tom used all of his strength and forced George on the floor. He landed with a thud and a groan.

"Now, I have the high ground." Tommy pointed his sword to George's eye.

"Is that something you like? Stabbing out eyes?" George smirked sarcastically. He grasped the blade on the sword and threw it across, taking Tommy with it. In the doing he cut through his hand and the side of his eye. George rushed to pick his sword back up and ran over to Tommy.

Tommy leaned back and blocked George's attack with his sword, which was now dripping with blood along with the stains from Wilbur's eye.

"No wonder Dream is so disappointed in you! It's because everybody hates you! Your a monster!" George screamed, slashing Tommy's cheek.

"Ow! Fuck! Little bitch!" He plunged around George so he couldn't catch him.  "You won't win!"

Tommy kicked George into the well and the stones toppled down, almost taking George with
it. He pulled himself up and charged to Tommy. He cut through Tommy's arms and threw his sword across the floor, far away out of reach. He rolled on top of Tommy. George sliced his sword across the pavement and held it to Tommy's neck.

"Well, I guess this is the end of me, huh?" Tommy laughed.

George's stern look turned into a small frown. He looked as if he hesitated, he stopped and relaxed his legs. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. George's eyes softened and lowered himself.

Tommy got his knee and kicked george across the floor, stunning him. Tom rushed over, grabbed his sword and stood on top of him, his foot on George's stomach, pressing down harder each breath he took. He pointed his sword to George's neck and sighed.

"Maybe your dreams of becoming the new leader can die with you." Tommy pressed down harder on his stomach.

"T-tommy wai—"

Tommy's sword sashed through George's neck, the blood splashing onto the white area on his shirt.

He knew he couldn't make the mistake he made with Wilbur, just leaving him out there in the river for anyone to come upon. He had to bury him.
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